Did the 12.

After last week's epic fail, I decided to go to a local run group and try to clock my 12 miles with other people who're training for a half marathon. I was successfull, but it did get a little hairy around mile 10.

A Heightened Sense of Blah.

So Saturday I ventured out for my longest run to date, a 12 miler. This run became an absolute horror of a run, cut short at 8.3 miles. The night prior I made a couple of fatal errors. Number one was a delicious, greasy sausage pizza. Number two was a giant bucket of theater popcorn, loaded with nasty movie theater butter. Can you see where this is going? I chose a new, extremely hilly route through my neighborhood. Somewhere around mile 3 I hit the first bathroom. It wasn't too bad and I thought I could continue. Around mile 5.5 I met a nice couple and their cute pit bull puppy. I played with the pup and then asked directions to the nearest park with a bathroom. They told me about a port o potty about a half mile down the road. I reached it, but barely. Hideous. I continued on down the road. At one point I actually had my cell phone in my hand to call my husband for help. I convinced myself I could continue. I was no longer able to run and was run/walking to the next park. Unfortunately, that park's bathroom was still boarded up from winter. Now I'm getting shaky. Continue on a couple of miles to my neighborhood's clubhouse where I know there are bathrooms. I make it in time, and open the first set of doors to find the second set locked. Practically in tears I ound on the door, but to no avail. I check the outdoor bathroo by the pools... closed for the season. By this point, knowing I couldn't run 4 more miles to get home, I call in the cavalry. Husband quickly picked me up, and I cried on the way home. It was embarrassing, uncomfortable and I was hideously disappointed in myself for quitting a run. Fast forward to today. I had my normally scheduled 3 miles. I wanted nothing to do with it. I forced myself to go, but it wasn't pretty or fun. I am worried sick about my upcoming half marathon. I'm worried about handling the distance, and about GI issues. I don't ever want that experience again.